It was never a question of when, but when not to; House really should learn to close his blinds.

xv. Touch

Chase reaches out with sureness of touch to run his fingers over the stubble of House’s jaw, receiving only a grunt of response at the contact; he knows how much House savours the attention.

xvi. Weakness

The contempt in his eyes when Chase cannot be as strong as he wants hurts almost as much as his silence.

xvii. Tears

But Chase never cries, not even when his father died, so why now does he shed his tears- now at the end of all things when House turns his back and walks away?

xviii. Speed

There is a certain rush of adrenaline, of passion ignited, when House lets Chase ride his bike- House’s arms pulling them close as they ride the roads to oblivion.

xix. Wind

House smiles at him all mockery and wry amusement as Chase steps inside with flustered face and his hair unkempt; outside the blustery autumn weather continues its assault.

xx. Freedom

‘I’m quite over you,’ He assures House, though they both know he’s lying.

xxi. Life

it goes one, day by day by day, the monotony broken only when House looks at him, and hope is rekindled if only for a little while; he can’t go on much longer.

xxii. Jealousy

Green has never suited Chase, and it suits him even less when House’s hands linger just a little too long, his eyes stray a little too low, his concentration caught so wholly by another.

xxiii. Hands

Pianists’ fingers, that’s what they are, running so effortlessly over keys to produce sound- music to his ears when House plays only for his attentions.

xxiv. taste

House’s tongue tastes its way down his body, laving at his navel with relish till his breath hitches and he is arching at the mere breath of a touch.

xxv. Devotion

It is House who urges him to find his faith once more; House’s God complex is met with scepticism from Chase.

xxvi. Forever

Only it doesn’t mean forever, it can never be forever- not for them.

xxvii. Blood

Chase’s panic is absolute as he sees House lying on the floor, all that blood, and Chase cannot move, forgetting for the moment how to be a doctor.

xxviii. Sickness

He tends to your fever with a sureness of touch, whispers soothing to your ears as you mutter whimsical nothings safe in the knowledge you are loved and looked after.

xxix. Melody

His laugh is as music to your ears, you listen and smile; that small curve of a smile as you watch him in his mirth, and you are contented just to hear the sound of his happiness.

xxx. Star

‘Starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight…’ House is quick to call Chase on his folly for wishing on the stars, Chase is quick to inform House that he’d be dying to know about Chase’s wishes before the night’s end; House pulls his answers from Chase with his tongue and teeth and hands.

xxxi. Home

‘Home? Home is where the heart is,’ that’s what Chase tells him when House snaps at him to leave, to go home, to not come back, it’s what he tells House as he steps in and wraps his arms about him, whispering that House is his home.

xxxii. Confusion

He can feel the moment his heart rips itself in half as House tells him it’s over, feels his heart breaking even as he gives House a puzzled little smile and a frown and asks him what he means, because surely, this can’t really be the end?

xxxiii. Fear

It’s lying awake at night under cold sheets in a bed you’ve not used for months, the darkness suppressing and suffocating and you swallow back the bile and choke back the tears and you’re too scared to move though all you really want to do is run, run back to him and beg him to take you back; you do no move.

xxxiv. Lightning/Thunder

Chase cannot contain his laughter as House jumps at the rolling clap of thunder and stands in stillness like some startled animal, he’s imagined a thousand thing House could be scared of, but a storm was never something that crossed his mind.

xxxv. Bonds

‘You and me,’ he says as you smile, ‘together, forever,’ and slips the ring onto your finger, a testament of his love and of the bond you both share.

xxxvi. Market

Chase’s laugh is rich and full, full of embarrassment and joy as he squirms to get his foot away from House’s tickling hands, ‘And this little piggy went to market…’ House laughs with him, wiggling Chase’s baby toe.

xxxvii. Technology

Such a marvellous thing, he muses with that devilish smirk of his as he inserts the tape and presses play, Chase’s angelic face flickers onto the screen and House knows there’ll be no L-Word tonight.

xxxviii. Gift

House mutters a gruff and awkward thank you the first time Chase gives him a present, his head lowered and eyes peeking up at him through his lashes.

xxxix. Smile

Chase is beautiful when he’s offended, that rose-tint to his cheekbones so endearing to House as he grins his wicked smile.

House smirks at his ducklings, making sure they all know that it was his final diagnosis that solved their latest case (whether Chase thought of it first or not).

xlii. Clouds

House is on the roof again, watching the sky and the crimson clouds of sunset; Chase watches from the doorway and wonders when it became so hard to just walk on over.

xliii. Sky

It’s a grey and dreary day, the sky overcast and miserable much like his mood; Chase wonders what it is that he’s done wrong.

xliv. HeavenChase asks him if he believes, House only scowls softly at him and shushes him to sleep; his lingering kiss the only declaration he will give.

xlv. Hell

House asks him if he believes, Chase looks at him with wounded eyes and tells him this is it.

xlvi. Sun

House doesn’t mind the sweltering heat of summer all that much anymore, especially not when Chase willingly wears his short-shorts.

xlvii. MoonHouse berates him for being a romantic, wanting to watch the full moon and wish upon stars, but when Chase wants to play with candles, House doesn’t seem to mind so much anymore.

xlviii. Waves

Goodbye, he whispers with eyes closed tight and head dropped low.

xlix. Hair

There’s always a comment to be made when others are about, but for all House’s apparent derision he can spend hours running his fingers through Chase’s mussed up locks with a smile on is face and a kiss on his lips, which he’ll willingly bestow upon his brow.

l. Supernova

When the ducklings ask what he did over the weekend, House looks directly at Chase and mentions something about explosions and stars; the others are confused, Chase is just mortified.

Gah, seriously? LJ has a bad habit of randomly screwing up people's flists, go into your friends and double check you've got me friended and save your settings (even if I'm still there sometimes saving it again resets it- I'll do the same my end and see if that changes anything for you!) Let me know though, okay?

And thanks so much for commenting! I'm very pleased with how these turned out :)

Sometimes I really hate LJ. I already checked my f-list settings. Twice. But I think, I'll just de-friend you and then friend you back again, and see how it'll work out. I'll tell you, if I still have any problems.

Yes. lorielen told me to claim my Chris/Chase pairing for that challenge, but for some reason I'm still undecided. Then again...One sentence seems managable, right? But I think, I'd have to use maaaaaany semicolons then. ;)

Right I've tried fiddling round with the friends settings my end also defriending/friending you again- any change? I've actually just made a new post not that long ago. Hopefully that'll show up! :S Else I'm at a loss myself.

You should sign up for it, I did have a great time trying to only write sentences, I kept wanting to expand and expand (and may even have overused the semicolons myself! lol) but it was all good in the end!

Let's see what happens when you post your NEXT post, because up until now I still can't see a thing. :( I'll ask a few of my friends, too. Maybe they can think of something else to do. I'm not exactly good when it comes to computers.